While preparing this installation Brito remembered the well-known children’s song called El patio de mi casa (The Backyard of My House). In Brito’s backyard, nature struggles to survive the uprooting of migration, here symbolized by the constricting cradle, barren tree shadows, and the cracked ground. Rain collects at the top of the wall and channels down into the sink, giving a tree sapling a chance to thrive. Brito’s humble Cuban American kitchen is a site of remembrance, transformation, and growth.